Hiroshima -- the Liveliest” city in Japan

The Japanese crowd did not appear to have the same

\"Hi! Hi!\" said the cab driver, whose door

Just as I was beginning to find the ride long, the taxi screeched to a halt, and the driver got out and went over to a policeman to ask the way. As in Tokyo, taxi drivers in Hiroshima often know little of their city, but to avoid loss of face before foreigners, will not admit their ignorance, and will accept any destination without concern for how long it may take them to find it.

At last this

Thanks to his map, I was able to find a taxi driver who could take me straight to the canal

At the door to the restaurant, a

He was a tall, thin man, sad-eyed and serious. Quite unexpectedly, the strange emotion which had overwhelmed me at the station returned, and I was again

The introductions were made. Most of the guests were Japanese, and it was difficult for me to ask them just why we were gathered here. The few Americans and Germans seemed just as

Everyone bowed, including the Westerners. After three days in Japan, the

\"Gentlemen, it is a very great honor to have you her e in Hiroshima.\"

There were fresh bows, and the faces grew more and more serious each time the name Hiroshima was repeated.

\"Hiroshima, as you know, is a city familiar to everyone,” continued the mayor.

\"Yes, yes, of course,” murmured the company, more and more

\"Seldom has a city gained such world

I was just about to make my little bow of

\"Hiroshima – oysters? What about the bomb and the misery and humanity's most

\"Well, I must confess that I did not expect a speech about oysters here. I

thought that Hiroshima still felt the

\"No one talks about it any more, and no one wants to, especially, the people who were born here or who lived through it. \"Do you feel the same way, too?\"

\"I was here, but I was not in the center of town. I tell you this because I am almost an old man. There are two different schools of thought in this city of oysters, one that would like to preserve traces of the bomb, and the other that would like to get rid of everything, even the monument that was erected at the point of impact. They would also like to

\"Why would they want to do that?\"

\"Because it hurts everybody, and because time marches on. That is why.\" The small Japanese man smiled, his eyes nearly closed behind their thick lenses. \"If you write about this city, do not forget to say that it is the gayest city in Japan, even it many of the town's people still bear hidden wounds, and burns.\"

Like any other, the hospital smelled of

\"I am a fisherman by trade. I have been here a very long time, more than twenty years, \"said an old man in Japanese pajamas. “What is wrong with you?”

\"Something inside. I was in Hiroshima when it happened. I saw the fire ball. But I had no burns on my face or body. I ran all over the city looking for missing

friends and relatives. I thought somehow I had been spared. But later my hair began to fall out, and my belly turned to water. I felt sick, and ever since then they have been testing and treating me. \" The doctor at my side explained and commented upon the old man's story, \"We still hare a handful of patients here who are being kept alive by constant car e. The other s died as a result of their injuries, or else

\"Why did they commit suicide?\"

\"It is

Hanging over the patient was a big ball made of bits of brightly colored paper, folded into the shape of tiny birds. \"What's that?\" I asked.

\"Those are my lucky birds. Each day that I escape death, each day of suffering that helps to free me from

Because, thanks to it, I have the opportunity to improve my character.\"

Once again, outside in the open air, I tore into little pieces a small notebook with questions that I'd prepared in advance for inter views with the patients of the atomic ward. Among them was the question: Do you really think that Hiroshima is the liveliest city in Japan? I never asked it. But I could read the answer in every eye.

earthly cares, I make a new little paper bird, and add it to the others. This way I

look at them and congratulate myself of the good fortune that my illness has brought me. humiliating to survive in this city. If you bear any visible scars of atomic burns, your children will encounter prejudice on the par t of those who do not. No one will marry the daughter or the niece of an atomic bomb victim. People are afraid of genetic damage from the radiation.\" The old fisherman gazed at me politely and with interest.committed suicide . \"formaldehyde and ethere . Stretchers and wheelchairs lined the walls of endless corridors, and nurses walked by carrying Stretchers instruments, the very sight of which would send shivers down the spine of any healthy visitor. The so-called atomic section was located on the third floor. It consisted of 17 beds.demolish the atomic museum.\" impact of the atomic impact .\"heinous crime?\" While the mayor went on with his speech in praise of southern Japanese sea food, I cautiously backed away and headed toward the far side of the room, where a few men were talking among themselves and paying little attention to the mayor's speech. \"You look puzzled,\" said a small Japanese man with very large eye-glasses.assent, when the meaning of these last words sank in, jolting me out of my sad reverie .renown, and I am proud and happy to welcome you to Hiroshima, a town known throughout the world for its--- oysters\". agitated.spinal column becomes extraordinarily flexible.inhibitedas I was. \"Gentlemen,\" said the mayor, \"I am happy to welcome you to Hiroshima.\"crushed by the thought that I now stood on the site of the first atomic bombardment, where thousands upon thousands of people had been slainin one second, where thousands upon thousands of others had lingered on to die in slow agony .stunning, porcelain-faced woman in traditional costume asked me to remove my shoes. This done, I entered one of the low-ceilinged rooms of the little floating house, treading cautiously on the soft matting and experiencing a

twingeof embarrassment at the prospect of meeting the mayor of Hiroshima in my socks.embankment , where a sort of barge with a roof like one on a Japanese house was moored . The Japanese build their traditional houses on boats when land becomes too expensive. The rather arresting spectacle of little old Japan adrift adrift amid beige concrete skyscrapers is the very symbol of the incessant struggle between the kimono and the miniskirt.intermezzo came to an end, and I found myself in front of the gigantic City Hall. The usher bowed deeply and heaved a long, almost musical sigh, when I showed him the invitation which the mayor had sent me in response to my request for an interview. \"That is not here, sir,\" he said in English. \"The mayor expects you tonight for dinner with other foreigners or, the restaurant boat. See? This is where it is.” He sketched a little map for me on the back of my invitation. popped open at the very sight of a traveler. \"Hi\or something that sounds very much like it, means \"yes\". \"Can you take me to City Hall?\" He grinned at me in the rear-view mirror and repeated \"Hi!\" \"Hi! ’ We set off at top speed through the narrow streets of Hiroshima. The tall buildings of the martyred city flashed by as we lurched from side to side in response to the driver's sharp twists of the wheel.preoccupations that I had. From the sidewalk outside the station, things seemed much the same as in other Japanese cities. Little girls and elderly ladies in kimonos rubbed shoulders with teenagers and women in western dress. Serious looking men spoke to one another as if they were oblivious of the crowds about them, and bobbed up and down re-heatedly in little bows, as they exchanged the ritual formula of gratitude and respect: \"Tomo aligato gozayimas.\" Others were using little red telephones that hung on the facades of grocery stores and tobacco shops.